HEYA Guys, it's BIRDIE!
A reviewer for my other fanfic for Liberty's kids requested this (please read the other one, and THANK YOU if you do), so here it is! Hope you enjoy!
EDIT: OH MI GOD I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER! DON'T KILL ME FANFICTION STAFF!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION. THESE WONDERFUL PEOPLE BELONG RIGHTFULLY TO DIC ENTERTAINMENT.
Now you can read. Enjoy!
A twelve-year-old James wandered the streets of Philadelphia. He was looking for someone.
He twisted the ring around his finger. It was the only possession he had from his parents. They had been killed in a fire caused by a lightning strike, and his old friend, Clement, had found it in a small iron box untouched by the flames.
Then he heard about the lightning rod.
Word had spread –in the Americas, even overseas to great Britain- that a man named Benjamin Franklin had invented a lightning rod. This famed contraption could save so many people from fires like the one that had killed his parents.
Which was why James was out to find him.
He turned down a corner and walked down an alley. His shoes had holes in them from walking so far from his home, and a couple pebbles poked the inside of his foot. He had no socks, which made the pain hurt more than it should have. He winced.
Suddenly he noticed how late it was getting. The sky had darkened drastically and James couldn't see his hands.
The alley he was walking down opened up to a dock. His eyes roved the cobblestone path and froze in terror.
Redcloaks.
James quickly ducked behind a mound of bricks. After he though the coast was clear, he gingerly peeked out and fought the urge to scream.
A pair of brown eyes stared back at him.
So that was kinda short... sorry.
(IM MAKING ANOTHER CHAPTER SOON, PEEPS! DON'T WORRY!)
Thanks for reading this chapter, and stay tuned. Also, shoutout to Tam, who requested this! I'm honestly disappointed in myself (I mean, I just went for it) but I hope you enjoy it! Love, Life, and FANFICTION!
~ Birdie